"Caught your breath?" He asks, voice low and deep as sin. "I...I...I think so.." I stutter, Zane grabs my hips and pulls me closer to the edge of the couch so my back leans further down, a more comfortable position, but also really vulnerable because now I won't be able to move away from him if I need to. He is taking control. Dominant and so fucking hot. When his tongue sucks me into his warm mouth this time around, I try to be prepared, I hold my breath to keep from screaming but I don't last. I pulse uncontrollably between his lips and even though my legs are held tightly in his hands, they start shaking. My body is not in my control anymore. I am his and he knows it. I am so close. It is both terrifying and exhilarating. Pleasure wounds me up so tightly, I feel like a coil stretched too taut. Like a ticking bomb. So intense. Zane laps at my flowing juices hungrily, his tongue flicking against my swollen oversensitive clit, my fingers in his hair tighten, my eyes roll to the ba
"No. But it was a factor." Zane says, bright strong teeth flashing at me. "Great answer." I say, smiling up at him like a lunatic. I feel satiated, I almost feel like I don't remember what it feels like to be stressed. My brain is still foggy, still in the throes of my intense orgasm. "I thought as much. Now, have you caught your breath enough for me to make you lose it again?" Zane lifts off me, his elbows digging into the bed on either side of my head, my heartbeat quickens but my body tingles in anticipation. "I think so." I whisper and Zane smirks at me, his hands travel down my body, grabbing at soft flesh and caressing with the right amount of pressure to strum my body to the point I need. When his thumb presses against my wetness, I arch my back and moan out loud, awakened all over again. "I like that you stay wet for me." Zane says, he pins down to kiss my neck, nibbles on the sensitive skin, he will leave an hickey and I don't mind. My body is his. "It...is not somethin
I lean up, sweat film pooling on my forehead, her sweet scent mixed with her sweat is too heady for me, I still have her taste on my tongue, the murkiness of it shoots directly to my brain, intoxicating me so I feel like a savage animal on heat for his one mate. I lift her legs high so they go over my shoulders, giving me a better angle to thrust, I don't waste any time before I am moving inside her with sharp, calculated strokes. Her breathing becoming shallow, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her fingers pushing at my hips at interval as I increase the force of my thrusts, all tells me that I am doing something right. I keep at it, switching the tempo and sharpness of each stroke, timing it so I hit every single crevice inside her, the tip of my cock brush against her g-spot and I focus solely on that spongy spot inside her hot dripping cunt. She is so tight. It makes me go dizzy with absolute euphoria. "Zane...Za-aanee...fuck. oh.. please..I c-can't..." Alex thrashes
What is my life right now? Is this a fucking dream? It doesn't feel real. "Ha." I try to laugh but I am too nervous. I pull my legs up and wrap my arms around them as Zane gets off the couch. "Oh. Forgive my manners, Alex. I will get you a towel to clean up." Zane says when he sees me hugging my knees like a psycho, eyes searching for my clothes on the floor. He doesn't wait for me to reply before hurrying out of the office. There is some nervous energy about him, and I really hope I am just projecting my self consciousness. He seems like his usual self, like what just happened didn't, or like it was completely normal. I don't know what to think but I know I have to get out now. I don't know the cause of the sudden emergency but I feel like if I don't get out right now, I might suffocate. I grab my clothes off the ground, put them on as fast as I can. I can't find my underwear, but I don't waste any time searching for it. In the next second, I'm dressed, I comb my hair as best as
"Girl, we have got to stop meeting like this." Daisy says with a smile, her eyes doesn't trail down my body in disgust like that Sunday morning. I am so stunned, I don't even remember to pull up the robe, I stand there, frozen, watching her as she walks further into the room. It is like time has stopped and I am watching an horror scene unfold. My bloodstream gets flooded with alarm, my brain screams at me to do something, anything aside just standing here, but I can't act. "You guys know eachother? Are you related?" Penny asks and the absurdity of that question drags me to consciousness. Harshly. I draw in a sharp breath, I pull the robe and wrap it tight around my body. "Uhm, hi, Daisy. Uh. Sorry, uh, what are you doing here?" I stutter, water from my wet hair drips down my shoulder, I am cold and hot at the same time. My dread is even all the more heightened because of what I had just been doing with Zane. They are divorced, but I don't think Daisy accepts that. "I wante
"Oh well. That is all I came for. I am sorry I scared you by dropping in unannounced like this, but I have been putting it off for the longest time, I just had to get it out of the way." Daisy says, her face is clouded over with disappointment and hurt. She sees my hesitation to accept her apology as sincere, and she doesn't seem to like it.Well, tough fucking luck. How am I supposed to just believe her wholeheartedly after that stunt she pulled? She really seemed unhinged that day. I was genuinely scared for my life as I did the walk of shame down their street. My entire body shook with my fear. Her outburst gave me PTSD for weeks. It has been how long since then? Four? Five? Six weeks? Is that long enough for such a change in character? I don't know and I don't care to find out. "Wow." I say. I slip my shaking hands in my pockets. "Yeah." Daisy gives me a small self conscious smile. She parts her shiny hair, pushing a lock behind her ears, I note the nervous gesture. I don't eve
Zane Orion's POV::I should have just cancelled this class. I think about it for the hundredth time as the clock ticks away slowly. I prepared a class activity where I put the entire class in groups of five each for a quick presentation lasting three minutes maximum. The last group is almost done, I can't continue stealing glances at my watch. My lack of concentration is apparent and I know the students are aware and hence not taking their presentations as serious as they should. But I can't even be bothered. I will ask them to score themselves and collate the marks. I do my utmost best to avoid Alex. It is impossible. Her group was the first to do their presentation, she seemed like her normal self, gorgeous, fucking erotic without even being aware of it. No inkling of guilt whatsoever about what she did. Running away from my office after we had sex last week Friday. Today is Tuesday. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it for five days now. When I returned with the warm
Alex POV:Zane pulls my chin up with his thumb, and his mouth crashes against mine in the next second before I can even take in a deep breath to prepare. He kisses me long and hard, deepening the kiss without any preamble, his tongue find solace in my mouth, I try to match his fervour but it is a losing battle, I am unfairly outranked, the kiss is so passionate, it takes my breath away. Squeezes me absolutely dry of it. He crushes me against his body, hard lines molding against my soft ones. Fiery passion erupts in my core before I can remember where we are. Right in front of the class. Exposed. Open. Reckless. Dangerous. Anyone could walk in. I don't even know if Claire locked the door behind her. Knowing that crazy bitch, she might even be lurking at the door. I don't think Maggie would be around to save my ass this time around. I push at his chest, trying to pull away from the kiss, but Zane wraps a hand behind my neck, the other around my waist, holding me tight and secure aga
He gives his charming smile and nods, "Hello to you too, Madeleine." He says good-naturedly. The audience is still cheering and clapping. Someone uses the teleprompter to ask for silence, and it still takes a few seconds for the studio to go quiet so Madeleine can continue. They love him. My heart fills with pride. And love, too. I am so grateful that we are past that dark phase in his life two years ago where it felt like he was losing everything, and it was my fault. "Let's get right into this book!" Madeleine says, and the audience erupts with cheering and applause again. But it is quickly controlled. "First off, I want to talk about the process. It is very rare to see projects like this. I know of authors coming together to write biographies or translating books. But actually writing together? That is new and different. Alex, I want to know what the writing process was like for you. Orion is already quite established and experienced, but this was your debut!" Madeleine asks me.
"I have no idea." I say, truthfully. I really don't. I have still not come to terms with the thought that I am not going to return to the college for the new session. Since Zane is not going back, it makes no sense for me to. That is how it works now. That is how it will be from now on. "Okay. We can put a pin on that for now, then. Back to my offer, what do you think, Alex?" Zane squeezes my knee with one hand, his eyes stay on the traffic ahead, as he navigates the car. I recognise this highway and where it leads. He is driving us to the cabin. His cabin. Our cabin. My heart is so full, I can barely breath. "You want me to co-write a book with you?" I ask him again, just to be sure I am not in a dream. Just to be sure that this is real. The sound of his laughter reassures me. It is real. I am going to be an author! "Yes, Alex. I want to work with you on a book that is going to be more successful than all the books I have ever released." He says as he pulls into the countryside, i
Alex POV::"Oh my God! What do you mean?" My voice comes out as a really loud scream that is very uncharacteristic of me, Zane just smiles, he takes my hand and leads the way out of the hallway, I follow him still confused but feeling a swirl of excitement ramp up in the pit of my stomach at the mere thought. I can't even begin to fathom it! "Come, let's go before you summon the whole department." He says and I laugh but the laughter bleeds off my face as soon as we step out of the department and there are a lot of people around and they all stop to stare at us as if we were stars in a movie and the director yelled for everyone to stare at us. I blush under the scrutiny. I didn't expect this much people to be out and about but I guess most people are already resuming. I think it is only my class that is resuming a week later, the rest of the department are resuming this week. I try to pull my hand from Zane's grip, he doesn't let go, he looks down at me with a questioning look in hi
Zane Orion POV::"We were just trying to determine how this scandal started. If you get what I mean." Mrs. Tyrell tells me, she sounds like she would rather be anywhere else, but Mrs. Manson looks exactly the opposite, I understand she wants to be rid of me and sent that announcement of my job termination to the press. I understand that as vice president of the college, she can't afford the fallout from the scandal, so she must do what is in the best interests of the college, but this is going too far. They are still trying to pin everything on Alex. They want a different story. "I thought the panel was referencing the interview. You should already have your answers to that." I say, holding Mrs. Manson's narrowed gaze. Alex squeezes my hand under the desk, I interpret it as her being nervous. I have missed her so God damned much, it is unreal. Sitting beside her, I keep taking full lungful of her scent. She smells just as I remember, the nostalgia of us together at my cabin, naked
"These feelings, you didn't consider them inappropriate seeing as he was your Professor and a respected member of this faculty?" Mrs. Tyrell asks when the rest of the room remains silent. "No, I didn't." I say, deciding to be truthful and straight to the point."Did you act on these feelings first?" They are trying to determine if I should be the one to place most of the blame on. So it becomes a case of a student seducing her lecturer and they can get Zane back since he is obviously more valuable than I am in terms of who contributes more to the college. I didn't come here to be crucified so I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. It is becoming clearer to me that I definitely wouldn't be allowed to finish my degree here. I nursed a pipe dream, hoping that I could do anything about this case that has now spiralled into something more than me. "I can't answer that as I can't say. I don't know who acted first. It was mutual and consensual from the beginning." I tell them, the confid
Do I even want to continue schooling here? I don't know. I have not been able to really think about the impact of this situation and what it meant for my interests. I came to this school because of Zane, if he is not going to be here, do I want to stay? I mean, I have to think about myself and what would work best for me, but I can't help thinking about him too, I can't help it. He was summoned too and he promised me he would show up after they were done with me, I can't wait to see him. Though it would feel weird meeting again in this department after everything that has happened, but I look forward to it regardless. I missed him so much. "You said you chose this college solely because professor Orion taught here?" Mrs. Tyrell asks, she is obviously going to be the one doing all the questioning while the others sit in, I can feel their sharp gazes trained on me, I can't bring myself to look at any of them, I keep my eyes set on a spot above their heads. "Yes, I did. It was the tru
"I told you to be careful because you are young, Alex. He is almost twice your age. I told you that he had more life experiences you can only dream of. This relationship, it isn't fair on you. You probably can't see it now but you are getting the short end of the stick. I can't watch you spend your youth like this, Alex. This is the time of your life to be young and free and unburdened, you can't spend it dating a man with a kid and a mad ex wife." It is one thing we have come to agree on. That Daisy is insane. She didn't hesitate to believe me after I told her about how Daisy was stalking me and being weird. "Mom, I am young, but I am not naive. I matured almost ten years above my age after we lost dad. I am not a kid. I am not going to spend my 'youth' being free and unburdened as you put it because it would never happen for me. I am already burdened, Mom. I understand your worries and I am sorry that I have disappointed you or that I am not going to listen to you, but it is someth
"How did you know where she is? Did her family home location get leaked online?" My heart is racing so hard, I can barely breath. I can't follow all else that Madeleine said, I can't get past the part about her getting an interview with Alex. The last time we talked, we didn't agree on talking with the press. My dumb strategy was waiting out the outrage. I know that it would eventually fizzle out. I didn't mind being the worst hit. As long as Alex was safe and shielded."Is that the only thing you heard me say?" Madeleine leans forward, intense eyes narrowed in interest. "No, her location wasn't leaked, Orion. I found her because I was interested, it takes little to find someone these days." She says, leaning back, arms crossed over her chest. "Why were you interested?" I will get back to the interview bit but there was something about Madeleine's presence in this cabin that felt different. We are friends but we hardly get involved with eachother's lives. She has made it clear that
"You look like shit." Madeleine pushes past me and the half open door to make her way inside the dark living room. "What are you doing here?" I ask, reluctantly turning on the lights, knowing I look exactly like shit as she said. Madeleine is more than an acquaintance, I would say we have a friendship of sorts. We have kept in touch over the years since my debut, she invited me to her wedding three years ago. She is a wildly interesting woman with a diverse group of friends. Artists and writers and everyone in between. She is also three years older than me. There might be some kind of maternal undertone to our relationship, but it isn't weird. I like her. We work really well together, she is always the first person my books are sent to for a review. And it is a mutually beneficial relationship that has held grounds for years now. All this doesn't explain to me why she is here. She is not the kind of journalist to chase after scandalous stories like the one I am currently involved w